Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday… #Poetry

#TANKA TUESDAY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 215, #POET’SCHOICE

Don’t
You know
Tomorrows
Ghosts looking back
They forgot to say
Of yesterday’s best play
Had fallen short of screaming
Looking now to send chills down spines
Beware of ghosts that see tomorrows
Fear that lives under beds, behind curtains…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#FlashFiction Challenge for Carrot Ranch Literary Community #Poetry

February 25 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story using the word frozen. It can be descriptive, character focused, action driven. Go out onto the ice and find a frozen story.

Frozen with horror by the razor-sharp edge,
the blade at my throat, the overlapping fear of warm blood
Free flowing from my body, zoning out into darkness
Falling into a world of blank memory, near to death
I see the dark cloaked figure of an angel gently waking my sleeping body
Not realising, my spirit had decided to jump around the room with joy
Without letting me know where the happiness comes from
I lie there wondering why I had been sent an angel wearing L plates
Would she pull the two halves of my body together in time?

© Anita Dawes 2021

Empty Streets… #Poetry

I told my story to the empty streets of London
While the stars stood witness to my pain
The day I witnessed Heaven burning
Leaving me with no way home
I fell to earth before the flames could reach me
My story told, before I reached this realm
With so little truth to tell
Yes, my wings are less than white
Because my tongue I could not hold
For speaking out against the Mighty One
Now they are singed beyond repair
I cannot go home without His help
Sorry is the hardest word, it burns my throat
I must find a different way
to find my rightful place among the stars
Leave the empty streets of London
To their own way of sinning…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge ~ #Poetry ~ #FFFC

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #107

The image is from Pixabay.com.

For the visually challenged writer, the photo is of a human skull placed on top of an old book. To the left is an hourglass and to the right is a single smoldering candle in a glass candleholder.

Time has taken its toll on book and soul.
The candle has gone out
The egg timer no longer flows
The devil called with death on its tail
Its quota must be met.
Those dodgers of time must be caught
They’re messing with the universal vibration
Their presence is abhorrent
They make no attempt to cloak their actions
Their aliveness
A slap in the face of the universal plan
Each story must be told as written
The hole in the net must be mended
For death to breathe a sigh of relief
For he too can die again…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Romance🌹 – February 11, 2021

Touch

So long ago, loving hands touched these old ivory keys.
The day you left me roses, your favourite piece of music.
I placed my hands where yours had been,
Knowing I would never see you again.
Those beautiful roses faded, your memory still sharp,
Keeping the pain of lost love alive
Time can be so cruel when memory, I wish,
had faded alongside the roses…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Bittersweet…

Image by (El Caminante) from Pixabay

I swallow my words, a slow-moving bitter taste.
Full of broken glass that burns my veins.
A storm raging inside, a fire that cannot be quenched.
Fuelled by anger, disappointment, loss,
a life lived too long.
The past doing what it does best,
haunting, stirring the mind to self-destruct.
Ghosts of those once loved smooth the sharp edges
of the hills and troughs dug by bitter memories.
It is better to have loved.
A life lived without is a hollow bubble.
The space inside too hard to handle.
So my friend if love is offered,
Take it, keep it safe.
Don’t live life in an empty bubble…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#Writephoto ~ Deeper ~ #Poetry

Thursday photo prompt: Deeper #writephoto

Image by scvincent.com

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a sheer drop from old stone… a bridge, perhaps, or the battlements of a castle… there is no way to tell… Below is deep, dark water, swirling, fringed by autumnal trees…

Don’t stand and stare,
The dark water may drag you deeper
to a place you do not want to go
Throw your coin, make a wish, do not linger.
The autumn tree to your right,
Never moves into summer.
If you want to see another sun filled day,
Move on swiftly.
This stretch of dark water has a reputation
For calling sad souls to let go of life
To enter the world below
Those that have slipped below the water,
Lie in wait, lonely, needing new heartache
To feed their dark world
Let your wish be, to bless the water.
Send those sad souls on their way…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Flash Fiction Challenge … #FFFC

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #105

The image is from aw-landscapes at DeviantArt.com.

Snow filled wonderland.
A painting that only winter can play out.
Tiptoe your way through.
Will you find Narnia, stay awhile?
Meet the wild unicorns.
Carefully navigate your way
Through the crisp snow lace patterns
That shift and change, turning darker.
Menacing sounds from behind you
Do not turn your head.
Do not look back, no pillar of salt here.
Keep walking, find the light.
Where the snow is starting to melt
Into pools of water, reflecting moving clouds.
Bird song, sweet sound of normal life ahead
Ignoring the warning whisper in your mind
That nothing is what it seems
In the strange woodland
Did you walk on, or turn around?
See what should not have been seen?
I pray you did not, for if you did.
The woodland spirits would not let you go…

© Anita Dawes 2021

#FFFC ~ Dreaming ~ #Poetry

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #103

The image is from Tim Grundtner at Pexels.com.

I am lifted by gentle hands.
Carried to the attic.
There, they turn spiteful,
throwing me into the air
I wait for my body to hit
the dark attic floor.
 No thump came to wake me.
I am suspended.
A puppet with no strings
I feel hands stroke my hair.
I see time moving.
Outside the small window
A whispered voice close to my ear
Not all things go bump in the night.
I do not panic, believing I will wake soon.
Better than thinking I am a plaything
For an invisible force…

© Anita Dawes 2021